Twist and Shout (Choose Your Own Adventure)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

You go bright red at Ringo's proposal. You've always been incredibly shy. The very thought of performing in front of hundreds of people makes your insides turn to jelly. Ringo notices your alarmingly red cheeks.

"Are you okay, darling?" he asks, an edge of concern in his voice.

"Oh, yeah," you say in a sad, expressionless little squeak. 

"You look a bit worried," Ringo remarks.

"Because I AM worried!" you scream inside your head. 

You desperately want to tell Ringo what the problem is and how much stage fright affects you. He seems nice and would most likely understand, but he's not your main concern. The band's manager, Brian, seems like the very pushy type. He might try and force you into performing, and you certainly don't want that to happen.

But you really don't feel confident enough to perform.

You gulp, open your mouth and try to speak. You try valiantly, but all you can manage is a startling accurate goldfish impression. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" Ringo persists. He sounds seriously anxious now.

You can feel your lunch swirling around in your stomach like a sickly soup. Your anxiety levels skyrocket and you feel light headed. Ringo is still staring at you, his eyebrows raised, but he still looks concerned. You can't take it anymore.

"Ringo, I - " you begin.

You don't get any further with your explanation.

You feel your body lurch in the most ghastly possible. It feels like your stomach is being pushed up into your throat. You can feel the horrible sensation of liquid rising up and making its way into your mouth. You know what's going to inevitably happen, but it's too late.

You open your mouth and are violently sick all over the ground, the grass, down your front, on your skirt, and, unfortunately, all over the little blue-eyed drummer sitting across from you.

He stares at the horrible mess in absolute shock.

You also stare at it.

Peaches and oatmeal, unmistakably.

Ugh.

THE END

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